A cautionary tale

Mr James was at his office when he remembered a cocktail party he hadn't mentioned to his wife. He decided to call her in case she needed to have her nails done. The phone rang at home and then 'hello'....the maid answered. 'Good morning Maria I need to speak to my wife.' There was a pause on the other end and then Maria responded in a rush....'oh no señor I don't know how to say this, but the madame, she's in the big bed with your best friend'. Another pause as Mr James absorbed this body blow, then he asks: 'Maria do you know where the gun is?' 'Yes' 'I want you to take the gun and shoot them both dead.' 'Oh señor are you sure?' 'Never been surer in my life, go ahead Maria you know it's the right thing to do.' 'Okay' A period of silence ensues, then a few gun shots and finally Maria gets back: 'hello are you still there?' 'Yes Maria did you do what I told you?' 'Ah yes señor, they are both dead'. 'What did you do with.......the gun?' 'I threw it in the pool' 'You threw it in the .....pool' A longer pause. And then Mr James continues: 'Maria I have to ask you a question, is this 21-626-7124?'

A man, his wife, and his buddy are at a bar. After a few hours of heavy drinking, the wife says she's had enough and she's going out to sleep it off in the car. Ten minutes or so later the buddy says he's going out to check on her. Several beers later, the bartender suggests that the husband go check on 'em both. The husband stumbles out the door and sees his buddy and wife engaged in a few extracurricular dealings, then walks back in. He laughs and tells the bartender, "That buddy of mine is so drunk, he thinks he's me!"

Jeez Blob is that the sort of humour you are hearing in Orcland?

Old age I guess...it covers lots of bases.